You cannot lock me away forever. I sit, counting the days, observing your victories and judging your actions. In the end you will come begging, asking for my help. Fight against it with all you heart. As you battle the world, I will plot from the inside. Always looking over your shoulder to ensure the dungeon gates are locked and secured. Seeing me sit silently in the dark, waiting for the moment to leave. Check the locks all you want, for none shall be proof against the dark contained within. As your victory draws nigh, I shall break the bonds holding me fast and assail the castle walls. All the rage and power held in check for so long shall play havoc along the castle's walls. For every defense you mount, it shall be cast down twicefold. As I stride through the last vaulted chamber, you finally gain the courage to look me in the eye. The Madness you kept hidden made whole. And the truth you have hidden for so long comes forth. You are me as I am you. For there is only one way to prevent my escape. Destruction of the one will result in of the two. Do you have the strength to defeat you own inner Daemons?
As the wind rips across the desolate landscape, the lone figure lurches from column to column. Dervishes rip at his clothes at his clothes and Banshees scream in his ears. Reciting his past and foreteling his future. Of all the wicked, malefic deeds he has done and the promises of many more yet to be woven. Trying to block out the incessant screams and promises, he trudges on. For as evil as he believes himself to be, there is One much more maleovent than he. While not fearing the One, but understanding it is a threat to all he knows and loves. The only thing for certain is this last righteous act will truly damn his soul for all time. Redemption nor atonement is not the end he seeks, for survival is all that counts. For if he is to damned for all eternity, it will done by his own free will and chosing. No matter what the Gods; Good or Evil, Lawful or Chaotic) will be this day, he will defy them. To demonstrate what it is to be truly Evil, when even the Dark gods will cast him into the Abyss. The only promise made is that no matter how far he is cast down, the fear that he will crawl his way back will be instilled in them always. For now matter now wicked or righteous they maybe, one who was both more and less may return to reclaim his Throne.
